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chaletianTitle: A Haunting on Pennsylvania Avenue, 12/?
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Fandom: Supernatural/The West Wing
Rating: PG
Characters: Ensemble
Spoilers: None so far
Summary: The truth about the alien triplets.
Jed Bartlet was a man not frequently startled. Married as he was, with three daughters, not to mention a career in politics, there was little that he had not seen or heard. Nothing, however, had prepared him for this particular question.
“Did the First Lady… Leo, has something happened that I should know about?” He swivelled in his seat to face his Chief of Staff, but it was easy to tell from Leo McGarry’s open-mouthed expression that, had Abbey given birth to alien triplets recently, this Administration knew nothing about it. A glance at the rest of his senior staff only confirmed that impression. Young Sam Winchester had simply buried his head in his hands. Dean Winchester continued to look at him, his expression bright with interest.
“It was in the Weekly World News,” he said, by way of explanation. “It’s how we found out about the haunting.”
“The Weekly World News said that my wife gave birth to alien triplets?”
Dean nodded. “Yep. There was a picture.”
“There’s a picture of my wife giving birth to alien triplets?”
Dean pulled a face. “God, no!”
“Well, that’s something.”
“It’s just her and the triplets.”
“Leo, I am not a little dismayed to hear this.”
“The Weekly World News is a tabloid for insane Americans, Mr President,” said CJ. “No-one takes it seriously. Except for Mr Winchester here,” she added, as Dean opened his mouth to interrupt. He shrugged.
“Hey, they were right about the ghost.”
“But not, I can assure you, about my wife,” said Bartlet, standing up.
Sam Winchester followed suite. “I’m really sorry,” he said, the repentant look on his face making him seem about ten years old. “My brother… Dean’s an idiot, sir. Please ignore him.”
“Hey!”
“Pretty much half-witted. It’s like a miracle he hasn’t already killed himself with a tin-opener or something already.”
“Dude! I’m standing right here!”
President Bartlet patted Sam on the shoulder. “That’s all right, son. I know what family’s like. Now, about this ghost…”
Everyone sat back down, Dean glaring at Sam.
“To stop the ghost, we need to salt and burn the physical remains,” explained Sam. “In this case, it’s complicated by the fact that the bones are under concrete in the briefing room.”
“Well, can’t we just dig them up?” asked the President. “We can say there was a problem with the renovations, and someone found the body. Keep it all above board.”
Josh winced. “A dead body in the White House? Mr President, the Republicans would go crazy.”
“Screw the Republicans!” said Toby. “Everyone would go crazy.”
“We can’t risk anything that would look like a cover-up,” pointed out Leo.
“Say you dig it up, tell everyone you found it,” said Dean, waving a hand. “What happens then?”
“The FBI starts investigating…” started Leo, but Dean was already shaking his head.
“The ghost doesn’t stop until its remains are destroyed. Which just means that you have to destroy them in FBI custody. So, you have the extra work of doing that, plus you’ve then got a missing body and rumours of some kind of cover-up anyway.”
“Are we talking about digging up – somehow – a body in the dead of night and setting fire to it?” asked Josh, looking far too enthused at the prospect.
“God, I hope not,” said CJ, looking alarmed at the very thought. “Do you know what the odds are of pulling that off without anyone noticing?”
“We’d need a distraction,” mused the President.
“One heck of a distraction,” said Leo.
“And we’re back at burning something down,” said Dean, satisfied.
“We’re not burning anything down,” said Leo.
“It doesn’t have to be anything major,” protested Dean.
“We’re not burning anything down.”
“It wouldn’t even have to be a building.”
“Nothing, Dean. There will be no burning.”
Dean looked discontented. “Well, that blows.”
Author:
chaletianFandom: Supernatural/The West Wing
Rating: PG
Characters: Ensemble
Spoilers: None so far
Summary: The truth about the alien triplets.
Jed Bartlet was a man not frequently startled. Married as he was, with three daughters, not to mention a career in politics, there was little that he had not seen or heard. Nothing, however, had prepared him for this particular question.
“Did the First Lady… Leo, has something happened that I should know about?” He swivelled in his seat to face his Chief of Staff, but it was easy to tell from Leo McGarry’s open-mouthed expression that, had Abbey given birth to alien triplets recently, this Administration knew nothing about it. A glance at the rest of his senior staff only confirmed that impression. Young Sam Winchester had simply buried his head in his hands. Dean Winchester continued to look at him, his expression bright with interest.
“It was in the Weekly World News,” he said, by way of explanation. “It’s how we found out about the haunting.”
“The Weekly World News said that my wife gave birth to alien triplets?”
Dean nodded. “Yep. There was a picture.”
“There’s a picture of my wife giving birth to alien triplets?”
Dean pulled a face. “God, no!”
“Well, that’s something.”
“It’s just her and the triplets.”
“Leo, I am not a little dismayed to hear this.”
“The Weekly World News is a tabloid for insane Americans, Mr President,” said CJ. “No-one takes it seriously. Except for Mr Winchester here,” she added, as Dean opened his mouth to interrupt. He shrugged.
“Hey, they were right about the ghost.”
“But not, I can assure you, about my wife,” said Bartlet, standing up.
Sam Winchester followed suite. “I’m really sorry,” he said, the repentant look on his face making him seem about ten years old. “My brother… Dean’s an idiot, sir. Please ignore him.”
“Hey!”
“Pretty much half-witted. It’s like a miracle he hasn’t already killed himself with a tin-opener or something already.”
“Dude! I’m standing right here!”
President Bartlet patted Sam on the shoulder. “That’s all right, son. I know what family’s like. Now, about this ghost…”
Everyone sat back down, Dean glaring at Sam.
“To stop the ghost, we need to salt and burn the physical remains,” explained Sam. “In this case, it’s complicated by the fact that the bones are under concrete in the briefing room.”
“Well, can’t we just dig them up?” asked the President. “We can say there was a problem with the renovations, and someone found the body. Keep it all above board.”
Josh winced. “A dead body in the White House? Mr President, the Republicans would go crazy.”
“Screw the Republicans!” said Toby. “Everyone would go crazy.”
“We can’t risk anything that would look like a cover-up,” pointed out Leo.
“Say you dig it up, tell everyone you found it,” said Dean, waving a hand. “What happens then?”
“The FBI starts investigating…” started Leo, but Dean was already shaking his head.
“The ghost doesn’t stop until its remains are destroyed. Which just means that you have to destroy them in FBI custody. So, you have the extra work of doing that, plus you’ve then got a missing body and rumours of some kind of cover-up anyway.”
“Are we talking about digging up – somehow – a body in the dead of night and setting fire to it?” asked Josh, looking far too enthused at the prospect.
“God, I hope not,” said CJ, looking alarmed at the very thought. “Do you know what the odds are of pulling that off without anyone noticing?”
“We’d need a distraction,” mused the President.
“One heck of a distraction,” said Leo.
“And we’re back at burning something down,” said Dean, satisfied.
“We’re not burning anything down,” said Leo.
“It doesn’t have to be anything major,” protested Dean.
“We’re not burning anything down.”
“It wouldn’t even have to be a building.”
“Nothing, Dean. There will be no burning.”
Dean looked discontented. “Well, that blows.”
